** Image ID #2092030 Unavailable ** ticky, ticky, tock, tock Time capsules pulse through congested arteries in a gushing river, past the eyes of history on the tree of life, stripped of its vitality, bound only by the dark corridor of my mortality. ticky, ticky, tock, tock Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, incessant tides of time are wearing me to a frazzle, as the biological clock keeps taunting me with deeds left undone. ticky, ticky, tock, tock I can still see my Little League home run flying over the fence and the lavender orchid corsage I bought for my prom date, but cannot, for the life of me, recall where I left my keys. ticky, ticky, tock, tock Thus begins my journey to the murky recesses of time zone one seven three. ticky, ticky, tock, tock 24 lines |